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want to believe that I am a better man than I am, but I know that I am not. This one is on me, nobody else.
They have become so blinded by the gleam of my armor that they haven’t noticed that it’s only tinfoil.
I wanted to ask how getting my ass kicked caused her to miss work. They didn’t bring her down to the school for a conference. They knew better. My mother was a grenade just looking for someone to pull the pin.
I don’t think Hallmark makes cards for families like mine.
It was the kind of place where town gossip would float through the air like dust motes.
Recovery is a lifestyle. You have to change how you see the world and how you see yourself.
sometimes home isn’t a place, it’s a person, and my home had always been right here, with Sarah.”
“At the end of the day, Joe, only one thing counts. Everything else is just shiny baubles and empty noise.”
“All I needed from you was for you to be a good man. That’s all I ever asked. You don’t have to be superman to make me happy. All you had to do was be a decent guy, and you couldn’t do that.
Sometimes, retreat is the best course if it leaves open a chance to return, even if that chance is a slim one. So I left.
“Home.” I whisper the word to myself, and it makes me think of something that Bob Mullen said. Sometimes home isn’t a place, it’s a person. I take a slow breath in and smell the crisp scent of grass and pine—and hope.
